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I need a friend. I need a friend and quick, Amor thought. The stallion just couldn't handle being alone at all. If I don't get a friend quickly I'll be alone for my whole fucking life. If I'm alone for my whole life I won't get any tips from anyone, and without tips I'll fail in life. No friends, no future. But standing here thinking about shit like that would only depress me. I need to talk to someone. But Amor was too tired of flying to go and talk to someone. And if any person, mare or stallion, filly or colt, would in any way get on his nerves, accidently or on purpose, he's immediately start a fight.
Amor started walking around. The newly risen sun showed it was late morning, though Amor was so tired he didn't even look at the pillar of fire when he walked passed it. He decided to fresh himself up in the oasis, and started walking more quick. Alot slower than he'd walked in his previous herdland though, where it all was just grass. When he reached the oasis he started walking slower, deeper into the water. He brought his head down, into the water, only leaving his ears to stick out.
In just a second he was back when he was only a few months old. He was playing with his dad in a small pool of water, when a big stallion walked up to his dad. A painted stallion, little like Midas, only his eyes had pupils, and not the golden look. "Isn't it time yet, buddy?" The stallion had asked his dad with his deep voice. Amor did not know what was going on. He saw his mother running at him, felt her pulling him out out of the water, quickly but gentle, and heard his own hoofs roffle on the ground to keep up with his mom.
He snapped back to reality, and gasped for breath, pulling his head out of the water quickly. He looked around, hoping to see his dad, his old friends, his mom, but no. It still was the dry land of the throat. Relieved and disappointed at the same time, he thought of his old herd If that dipshit hadn't killed my dad, I would've stayed with the herd, fight for the herd and play with the herd 'till I died. Just like daddy. Just blike daddy The words kept echoing through his head, mixed with the thoughts of being lonely for the rest of his life
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